MORPHO In the hall, Morpho warmed considerably. Water dripped from the ink and gold of her coat onto the stone floor, but the summer heat drew it away as quickly as it began to puddle. She was glad for the warmth, the dryness of the temple air stealing away the chill, and drying her coat as it fluffed back out into a bit more presentable look. Reaching to smooth the hair which curled along her back, she tried her best to look presentable in front of the monarch, but knew that it was of no avail for now. Still, it was the welcome that caught her by surprise, and the warmth emanating from the leader which intrigued her. For too long, all Morpho had known was loss. It was a welcome change to feel compassion in its place. Turning toward the sound of a second set of hooves on the cobbled floor, her meadow green eyes took in the sight of a grey striped mare. They rested for a moment on the smile, ears flicking to draw in the stranger’s words as she nodded her head in greeting. ”Weir, it’s a pleasure, and I appreciate the welcome. I am certain that your skills as a caretaker here are more than welcome, and look forward to hearing more about your caste and duties in this place.” It was easy to take an immediately liking to the kind mare, and she returned a genuine smile to the greeting. Morpho stepped to the side to allow the second mare to come closer to Rannveig, her eyes roaming a bit more over the splendor of this place. They rested on the fading murals on the walls, telling stories of kingdoms long past. Beyond where she stood, Morpho had yet to learn of the vast libraries and teachings of Vespera, but these things would come in time. For now, she turns back to the sovereign, wondering what stories she would share of this place. |
@Rannveig, @Weir
